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Lydia Cooper Apr 29
I've walked over a thousand bodies of my past
Who I am no longer
I've felt the blood and the decay
I saw them rot
I killed them all
What joy!
I've set fires to myself
And like the Phoenix
I rise, I dance upon my ashes
Lydia Cooper Apr 2013
All my scars are fading

And I’m afraid that I’ll miss them

Nothing left but some raised white lines

I have nothing left to hide

They were beautiful

And I remember them all

My mystery I wanted someone to solve

Now time is running out

Because they are all gone.
Lydia Cooper Oct 2012
You make me feel like early winter mornings

When I refuse to get out of bed

Because it keeps me warmer than you ever will.

You remind me of hot summer nights

When I wake up from nightmares;

Cold sweat dripping down my face.

You look like springtime

They way you bloom and glow when nobody is looking.

You remind me of fall

Beautiful and fragile
Shy
Lydia Cooper Aug 2013
Shy
My fingertips
Bleed for you
Every word that I can't say.
Sin
Lydia Cooper Jul 2013
Sin
Ever since you kissed my lips

All I can think about is having more.

How you’ll think my moans sound

And how you’re body will quiver.

Breaths shortening as I remember

Your lips on my shoulder

And your pants tighten thinking

About my soft skin

My name is Eve when I’m in you presence

And I know you don’t care much about hearts

But I want you to hurt me,

Break me apart.
Lydia Cooper Jun 2013
Love
Seems to be
In the
a
i
r
And I can't hold my breath
Much longer
Lydia Cooper Nov 2012
As you ran through my house

You didn't notice you had knocked me down

Until you heard the crash.

You lied to her when she asked

And you said you didn't break me

I was in the way while you were chasing after something

That you thought was better.

But it wasn't and you never got it

And you cried as you watch her collect my peices

And I cut her hand and she cried too

But only a little.

And she glued me back together

The best that she could.

No one could really notice

Unless they got real close.

But I knew.

I could feel every crack,

Every gaping hole that you faced towards the wall

So the neighbors wouldn't see.

And years passed,

And you could never look at me the same.

Because I was broken

And you knew why.
Lydia Cooper Oct 2012
I’m the dream girl,

But never the reality.

I’m girl that everyone wants,

But not what is needed.

Never the first choice

Rather, the second

Or third

Or the alternate

The back up plan.

How I long to be chase, to be craved.

To truly be desire.

To be someones one and only.

God, to be someones something;

Their everything.

To be a sure thing not a maybe.

I ache to find home in a heart

And leave no space unfilled.
Lydia Cooper Oct 2012
Oh how I wish to be a reason for

Syntax and diction.

A reason for brushstrokes

And pen marks.

I’d love to be the reason for dreams

In the days or the nights.

An inspiration, an idea.

A muse.

I want to be the  reason

You pour your heart onto paper

And blush with truth.
Lydia Cooper Nov 2012
I am the siren

I shipwreck soldiers

Leaving them stranded on salty shores

I sing sweet songs that can turn a bitter heart

Into sugar.

I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders.
Lydia Cooper Sep 2013
Kiss the small of my back

And travel up the valleys of my spine

To the hill of my shoulder blades;

Can you feel the scars?

Lay you head on my chest

Listen to my heartbeat

Can you hear the cracks?

I am I am I am

No longer broken
Lydia Cooper Jun 2013
I long to be looked at

With eyes filled with love

As if I were the only light

At the end of a long tunnel

As if I was the only star in a cool summer

Night sky
Lydia Cooper Jun 2013
I’ve had this sickness in my stomach

For a few weeks.

Right in the center

Where the  butterflies should be

I feel like a rotting flower

And love avoids me

I can’t bloom like I used to

I’ve grown old and ugly
Lydia Cooper Oct 2012
The wintertime just feels like

Love.

Cold lips and fingertips

Naked. Pressed against each other
Xo
Lydia Cooper Jan 2017
Xo
I spend a lot of my time living in fear
That I am chasing a love
Which always seems
To be avoiding me
Lydia Cooper May 2013
Where are the greats of my generation?

The great artist and thinkers.

Will there be another Warhol, Basquait?

Of course not.

Are we doomed to a worth set by numbers?

Are we doomed to have language become a nuance

Where conversation is useless?

Where eye contact and subtle glances

Become fiction for Romances?;

Where is the fire in our youthful souls?

We want to be heard so we take another poll

One thousand nine hundred and three.

We gained the ability to reach the masses

But we chose to be classless.

Always looking out for the last

-Ist.

Where are the greats of my generation?

— The End —